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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
XXVII—“THE SMILE OF HER I LOVE”
The smile of her I love is like the dawnWhose touch makes Memnon sing.
O, see where wide the golden sunlight flows—
The barren desert blossoms as the rose!
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O'er all the world Night spreads her shadowy wing.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |